Let me tell you a little story...

 

Our story begins today with an extravagant roll. Not a dinner roll, but one longer and with knots. Once upon a time this roll of ours cost $0.33 and was sitting at the market waiting to be picked up. Almost all of its friends had been bought already that week, and this extravagant roll was scared that it would be discarded when the new batch of young rolls arrived. But... as luck would have it... it was chosen! After being prodded for softness of course!

 

Meanwhile, over in the deli, three good friends were about to take the trip of a lifetime. Big burly friends that is:

- First the story introduces us to the Italian Beef. It is suave, crabby, and distinct. It is very proud of Its Italian heritage.
- Second is the ever so hearty Chicken Breast. But, the chicken breast we meet is not ordinary... but BROWNED, therefore cooked and seasoned after many a trial.
- Third, the smoker. Normally smoking is bad for your health, but not for the Hickory Smoker. It smokes so much that its friends call it 'Hickory Smoked Turkey.'

The three friends were ruffled from their afternoon sleep when the deli worker rudely picked them up and sliced them down.... 1/2 pound of each, although the deli person got 3/4 on the italian beef and the buyer didn't mind at all! So, the three friends were excited, all together for the incredible journey...

 

Life had not been so incredible for the Leerdammer. Being from Normandy, the incredible cheese had been through a lot. Shipping, storing, packaging, displaying. The faithful Leerdammer Cheese just needed to rest for a while. Or so it thought.
It had been on display so long it was getting wanderlust! When the store clerk had put up a sign telling all about how marvelous Leerdammer Cheese was (a swiss like cheese from Normandy), people started to pick up the cheese, including an unnamed buyer...

 

I miss home. I miss home. I miss home. The Wisconsin Cheddar had been saying this to itself for many days now, missing the amazing beaches and waterskiing in its native state. It had been shipped across the country against its will. It was sad. No person from this crappy state would ever truly appreciate it. I miss home. I miss home. I miss home. Until one day.

Wisconsin Cheddar was napping and it heard some man talking about how he couldn't turn his back on such fine cheese. The Cheddar thought to itself 'That's what they all say, and then They go buy some Brie from Holland.' But sure enough, the Wisconsin Cheddar was lifted into the cart and carried away.

 

Now Wonderfully Ripe Tomato and its friend European Greens had been friends for a few days. Being kept in a cooled compartment in a comfortable apartment was not such a bad life. They had discussed politics, religion, and of course, the Pitt-Aniston breakup. In the back of their minds though, Wonderfully Ripe Tomato and European Greens were worried. They had been in the cool area, staying fresh for a few days now, but in another few days, they might be... ROTTEN! But they kept these thoughts in the back of their minds as they discussed life cheerfully with one another.

 

And then it happened. All of these strangers were placed on a counter to meet. It was a GLORIOUS thing!! They met, talked and told stories. They felt cared for. They felt at home. They further got to know each other very well as they were placed next to each other, with the Extravagant roll holding them tight. They felt their crowning moment had arrived. Something beautiful was being made from the efforts of so many.

 

On a glass plate they met more friends, making this an all out partAY - Spanish Clementine, a few siblings from the Midget Dill Pickle family, and some Quaker Cheddar Rice Cakes cousins. They even met up with the good old fashioned personage of the 2% Milk.

 

 

 

 

SHABAM!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Let me tell you something - go to any fancy restaurant, eat anyone's 'famous cooking', and even fly to another country to rave about their 'cuisine'... but right now, you're looking at the top of the ladder.

And none of that condiment crap. Our dear friends above would never have allowed themselves to be tainted with those 'cover up flavors.'

In case you want assemble some friends of your own for a party:

 

 

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